Page 12 of Claimed and Shamed

“Say it!”

“Yes, please!”

With a final slam into her tight pussy, a growl rips from my throat as my seed erupts from my cock and fills her up.

“Hudson!” she screams my name and shatters into a million pieces before me, her whole body convulsing and vibrating against me. Her nails are ripping into my back and I feel her hips moving, riding out her orgasm on my half chub. I bite her shoulder, hard, warning her that the scratching is getting too much. I feel the sting of blood on my back.

I shouldn’t have worn a tank top.

As I pull myself out of her, I shove my cum back inside her cunt using my fingers.

The thought of someone from the Elites doing what I just did to Stevie ignites my rage again. Nothing like post nut clarity. I know that this changes nothing. Stevie is stubborn and hardheaded. She isn’t going to stop rushing no matter what Sawyer and I say.

I finally let her down from the tree and she tries to straighten herself out, looking around to make sure no one has overheard us.

“You ripped my panties. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Walk around campus with my cum dripping out of you.” I turn to face away from her.

“Hudson, come on. Even after that, we can’t have a decent discussion about Zeta Tau? You don’t have to get pissed off every time you think about it. It’s really not that serious.”

“If it wasn’t that serious, you wouldn’t be rushing. But you are.”

“Yeah, but I—”

“Just get the hell out of here, Stevie! Leave me alone!” I yell. It’s probably the first time I have ever sent her away like this, but I am done with arguing a lost cause.

“Fine, I will! You're impossible to deal with!”

Stevie storms off, snatching up her ripped panties off the ground.

I’m left alone, still fuming. Rushing and eavesdropping on my phone calls are all bad choices for Stevie. I’m hoping that some distance will make her rethink those choices, but I know that’s wishful thinking. I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands, if I want this rushing business to stop. If she won’t stop pursuing Zeta Tau, I’ll just have to ensure they are not interested in her.

Rush week isn't just about newbies showing off to potential organizations; it’s also about those organizations hazing their new prospects. One thing I surely know a lot about is hazing. My frat isn’t perfect. We may not have a drug ring in our midst, but hazing is part of our fun.

I head back to my dorm room and close the door behind me. I go on my desktop and log onto social media to find Stevie’s profile. I scroll as far back in her pictures as her profile will allow. I’m on a mission to find the most embarrassing pictures of Stevie I can. So embarrassing that Zeta Tau will no longer be interested in letting the laughing stock of the school be a part of their sorority.

I find a photo from Halloween 2013 of her and two of her friends dressed up as busted Baywatch characters. Her guy friend has a terribly makeshift hairy chest that looks as if he just glued a wig on it and Stevie’s wearing a god awful platinum wig that makes her look like a scarecrow. Is she supposed to be Pamela Anderson? I laugh out loud to myself, the adrenaline from the sex, the fight, and my newfound project coursing through me.

I find another picture of her attempting to ride a Barbie toddler bike at the store. She has a pink Barbie helmet on and everything, and her legs are awkwardly frogged onto the bike. I decide that these two photos are embarrassing enough and I make a flyer that reads "Have You Seen This Pledge? Looking for Sorority During Pledge Week."

It’s perfect.

I print 50 copies from my computer, in color, and grab some tape. These babies are going up in every building on campus.

I start putting them up all over campus, feeling as if I am getting back at her for being stubborn and ignoring Sawyer and me. She was going to learn her lesson the hard way.

“Hudson, what the hell are you doing? Did you make these?” Sawyer walks up to me and snatches one of the flyers I was about to hang up, out of my hand.

“These are way out of line Hudson! I know she isn’t going to listen to us, but this is too much! You’ve gone too far! Take them down, NOW!”

Sawyer starts going down the hallway ripping the flyers down and yelling at anyone laughing at them. I disagree with him. I don’t think this is too much. In fact, I don’t think it’s enough. However, I start retracing my steps, to take them down, because a fight with Stevie, I can handle. But a fight with Sawyer? I would probably win, but I don’t know if our friendship would survive it. Besides, he is my best friend and this is his sister, so I guess his feelings are justified.

Someone walks by holding the flyer and laughing and I almost laugh with them, but instead, I snatch it from them and add it to the rest of them that I have taken down.

Chapter Seven

Stephanie